Their Ex's Redrock Twilight (Texas Alpha) (Texas Alpha Series Book 4) (17 page)

Then, after they’d eaten and he helped her wash the dishes, because he didn’t have a dishwasher yet, he lifted her up on his kitchen table, because he didn’t have kitchen counters yet, and he licked her hot pussy until she was clawing him and nearly screeching his name.

No woman could fake that reaction, and he took her over the top and she climaxed against his mouth. He was hard and ready, but he had this vision of her in his extra-large shower. Maybe on her knees or maybe up against the wall. He would have to see.

So he swung her up into his arms and started in the direction of the master bath.

“Oh my Lord, that was so hot, Deek,” she said, while kissing and nibbling the side of his face.

He grinned and started to answer her, but something caught his eye and sidetracked him. “How did this towel warmer get here?”

Distractedly, between kisses, Coco said, “Special Agent Rand unboxed it for me.”

Finn halted, and then stiffened while looking at the towel warming rack. Things like that were expensive and pretty classy for an ATF agent’s salary. He’d missed the thing last night in the dark corner.

“I’ll figure you had that delivered too,” he muttered. “Because I know you did not leave like you promised me you wouldn’t.”

Coco stopped kissing him and seemed to come around to where he was at.

“Um, delivered,” she whispered. He looked down at her brown eyes as he held her aloft and against his chest.

“That’s it?” he asked. “No more to say?”

She pouted. God, she killed him when she pouted. It was like an instant invitation for sex with her plump bottom lip pushed forward. He rumbled deep, ignoring it.

Then, she said, “I liked it.”

Fuck.

Then he set her on her feet, and he knew his features tightened as she looked up at him worriedly.

“Get your robe on,” he ordered.

He didn’t even watch her stellar bare ass jiggling out of his master bathroom as he stared at the damn towel warmer rack.

With new towels on it, he finally noticed.

He popped his neck, trying to stay calm, while thinking hard. She probably liked towel warmers. There was all that food she’d bought, now new towels, and a damn warmer for them. He looked to the side. Maybe she was racking up her credit card with this shit. Then he noticed the two new fake gold-plated wastebaskets, plus ... was that a damn soap dispenser?

He walked over to it, kind of like a wooden puppet, and squinted. Seemed he now had an automatic lotion and soap dispenser. Idly, Finn wondered if Special Agent Rand had installed them. Then he stopped looking after he saw the other new towels hanging in new towel rings.

That was when he went to sit on the end of his bed, elbows on his knees and the heels of his palms to his temples.

She’d furnished his bathroom.

He fucking didn’t know what to do with that.

Moments later, he felt her sit next to him, then the warmth of her body close to his side.

“I know I shouldn’t act as if I’m living here,” she whispered.

His head came up and his gaze whipped to hers.

“You
are
living here,” he told her. “You’re moved in,” he said, even more firmly.

Then it kind of hit him that she had in fact moved in with him, and he wanted her moved in with him. She looked worried, happy for a second, and then worried again. He thought that chicks liked to furnish places where they lived.

She squeezed him from the side, and he finally put his arm around her. “That’s wonderful, honey. I want to stay here with you.”

“Good,” he said. It seemed keeping it simple was working for him. But still... “But babe, I can’t afford”—he swept his arm toward the bathroom—“all that new shit.”

“It’s okay,” she said, not looking so worried then, more bright-eyed. “I can ... and it’s so much fun to do. But I will pass every single thing by you, if you want. To make sure you like it.”

He was already shaking his head slowly before she’d finished, as he said, “You can’t put all that on credit, sweetheart. We are not starting off in debt.”

Her cute nose scrunched and she looked at him as if she thought he was crazy. Uh oh, she could be perfect, but be a shopaholic and have loads of debt. He wondered if that outweighed the most perfect, and he did mean absolutely perfect, pussy he’d ever tasted or fucked.

“No credit cards, Finn. I’m rich.”

Finn stalled. He might have stopped breathing. “Say,” he muttered. “Say what?”

She smiled, but looked really worried. “Rich. I have a huge trust fund and, well, I could buy a couple of these places, actually.”

Couple?

But one thing glared at him so damn hard, he burst out in laughter, because he was so relieved.

“You’re rich ... not in debt?”

He laughed harder.

She patted his chest, as if trying to make sure he got enough oxygen through his laughing fit. And he noticed she was grinning with relief.

“Yes, I was the number one seller of beauty products for seven years straight.”

“Beauty products?” He busted out laughing harder. “Fuck, I love you,” he said, still laughing.

“Finn!” she squealed, and then she plowed him back onto the bed with kisses all over his face as she climbed his body.

After Finn stopped laughing, they talked about her money and how her asshole ex had treated her like shit over it. Finn had never thought about how he’d feel if his woman was loaded while he was not. But he found it didn’t bother him. It impressed the hell out of him.

“So when I got my friend’s son to do a website for me with all my products on it, it took off,” Coco said, cuddling into him on the bed, where they sprawled. “And then the lip-plumping conditioner went viral and I worked ten- and twelve-hour days for several years.”

“Damn,” Finn said, playing with her hair. He looked down at her. “You use that on your lips? I’ve never heard of women’s fluff like it before.”

“No,” she said. “My mouth is natural.”

That had him chuckling as he took her sweet mouth in a long, hot kiss.

When they stopped, he said, “Seriously impressed, babe. That you could do all that.”

He immediately saw the tears in her eyes, and he squeezed her tight.

“I really worked hard,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry your asshole didn’t appreciate it more,” he said.

“You’re really okay with it, Finn?”

He rolled them around until she was on top of him. “I got me a rich, hot woman. What? Am I going to fuck with that?”

She started to smile.

“Coco, we’ll talk finances and figure out how we want to fly with it, but you having money is something I will be proud of.”

“Baby,” she whispered, and then she kissed him again.

So after a long session of deep loving and regular sex, without a hint of the domination stuff, he was coming downstairs to get his cell, dressed for some work, when he noticed out the main back patio—

“Damn,” he muttered, changing direction to walk that way.

It seemed they had a brand-new patio furniture set, and man, it was amazing. He scratched his head, looking at it through the sliding glass door. It was exactly what he would have bought, if he were rich. It was that nice.

Well, it seemed the only thing he could do was—

He turned and prowled into the kitchen to grab his cell. Immediately, he pushed Vincent Whitehorse’s cell number and brought the phone to his ear.

When he heard Vincent’s voice, he said, “Yeah, Finn O’Neil here, and Zeb Andersen said you could set me up with some clothes that will go for a ball and shit.”

He heard Vincent chuckle, then his confirmation.

“Okay, man, suits. It’s suits, and not clothes, I get it,” Finn said, already learning from a man in the know on the subject.

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I
t was the night of the ball. Coco was fussing with her hair, gone back to its original dark color, while she talked on the phone with Patty Ann, who was going to be late and coming directly to the ball later. Coco had her cell propped on the bathroom counter in Finn’s master bath.

She had the bathroom door closed and Finn was in the other room getting ready. They would do a reveal in a few minutes, because they had to leave at seven thirty. The ball started at eight, and she still thought that was so early for an affair like a ball.

“Well, babe, I’ll be an hour late,” Patty Ann said. “But I’ll have my driver drop me off out front of this fabulous casino I’ve heard so much about.”

Patty Ann was rather well off too. That was how they met. Actually, Coco hadn’t been rich at the time she’d tried to sell her beauty products to a group of women at the local country club in her town. Those women had been nasty snobs. But Patty Ann had just been finishing a round of golf and seen what was happening. Patty Ann hadn’t liked most of the women involved in treating Coco as if she were unsavory, so she came to Coco’s rescue.

Then they’d just hit it off, plus Patty Ann had bought tons of beauty product from Coco.

“I wanted you to meet Finn before the ball,” Coco complained, but she wasn’t really upset, she just had butterflies in her stomach. What she was wearing was so daring, it was making her blush. But instead of crumbling under the pressure, she thrust her braless breasts out with a straightened spine.

“I think you all are going to need alone time when your special agent sees you in that dress, judging by the picture you sent me,” Patty Ann advised.

Coco looked at herself in the mirror. Goodness, could she really be pulling off being so hot and sexy? She swung her hips once, and the long silver strands on the bottom of her short dress floated around her hips.

She had on a Jovani backless dress with a plunging cowl neck of clinging silver filaments and flares of hanging silver strands over a very short and tight black miniskirt. It was the most daring dress she’d ever worn in her life, and if she moved wrong, her breasts might fall out.

But that made the entire outfit even hotter.

“I hope you’re right,” Coco whispered, where Patty Ann couldn’t hear.

She wanted Finn super proud of her, especially tonight, when at first he’d refused to go to the charity ball. She knew he thought the people at the ball might not want him there, because he’d played an undercover lowlife for so long around town. But they hadn’t known about the undercover part back then. Most of them did now, and besides, the ones whose opinions counted thought of Finn as a mega-hero.

Coco hoped tonight that he would see that. And she wanted to be the icing on his cake, so hence dressing the part.

Where Patty Ann could hear, Coco said, “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone, babe.”

They chatted for a few more minutes about earrings, finally deciding Coco should wear her dangling diamond ones, then they said goodbye until later. She thought Patty Ann was going to be late on purpose. Maybe to give Coco and Finn time, or maybe to make a grand entrance. Patty Ann liked to get dressed up with the best of them.

“Babe, I need help with this damn bow tie,” Finn called beyond the closed door.

Coco stopped fussing with her lipstick and she turned that way, checking that her breasts really were still covered by the plunging neckline of her dress. She smoothed down her skirt and looked at her Desperado Dolly stilettos.

Lord, they were so awesome.

Deep breath.

“Coming, baby,” she called.

When Coco saw Finn come out of the closet in a black silk metallic tux with a notched mandarin collar and silver inlaid edging, her breath caught.

Oh my Lord.

She had never seen a man look hotter in her life.

Instantly she thought she might have climaxed a little.

It certainly felt like it.

“Damn,” Finn growled, as his gaze swept her from head to toe.

His electric green eyes started to smolder. Then through the arousal roaring in her head, she thought she heard him say the strangest thing.

“They fucking warned me.” But then he said something even stranger, as he started to prowl toward her, after he threw his bow tie onto the bed, and after her nipples peaked in utter excitement.

“But they were wrong. You look like that, that hot body, that hair, those perfect lips, that, I got to know, hot, wet pussy ... and in that fucking take-me-and-make-me-scream-on-my-cock dress, it will take two hours at least.”

“Two?” she whispered in confusion, but then she gasped. “Oh my lord, Deek, you are
so
hot, so amazingly gorgeous.”

“Your clit is banging?”

She nodded, then he grabbed her. But she had to admit he was more careful than she thought either of them was feeling. Instead of messing her hair, he cupped the back of her nape, and his other hand planted on the back of her waist, which was bare because the back of her dress was cut that low. Then he pulled her to him, for a kiss that immediately became explosive.

Before she blew away, she grasped the edges of his uber-expensive tux, whose black metallic sheen threw his eyes, dark hair, and darker jaw into thrilling and edgy masculinity. Oh my Lord, she was going to have to hold on to him tight, because women were going to fall at his feet, she thought right before she couldn’t think at all.

Finn didn’t think his cock had ever been so damn hard. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Coco dressed up to eat a man’s heart out, he’d grown two hard inches that he’d never had before. He’d never seen a woman more tempting or hot.

His male brain didn’t know exactly how to describe the dress she had on, except it made him want to tear it off her. Right then was not the time to be all dom on her ass, but he had to get his cock inside her.

Right then.

The dangling silver bits barely covering her big, firm breasts whipped against his chest as he lifted her aloft. That tight black miniskirt under the dangling silver fringe she wore hiked up perfectly so her long legs could clasp his hips, as he found the wall.

“Get my fucking cock out,” he ordered, maybe a bit savagely.

But his baby didn’t seem to mind as she ate the edges of his mouth, while panting and working to get his cock out as he pressed her back against the wall. With that leverage he was able to get one hand free to get the little bit of lace panties she was wearing out of the way.